Earlai in the morning

The sailor staggered out to drown his sorrows earlai in the morning One by one by one Licking and screaming as he held their heads under only semi-submerged they put up quite a fight Now the sea is his again Free to enjoy its vast majesty Neatly numbered and regimented days on deck Fitted neatly into place Keeping each other afloat and moving forward cutting sharply through to each new navigation point No need to dredge up past mistakes to remind him what a fool he’d been They just thrash about and churn up the white Keeping the waters from their rest Make him feel lost stranded and swimming about in overwhelming waves of memory and regretfulness. Forgetting where he is situated atop a deep calm serenity Forgetting to turn his eyes upward to be guided by stars Sighting pin-prick constancy Giggling as they know their own impermanence Shining hooks to hang his future dreams upon Earlai in the morning